Chapter 18: Prenup or Not Prenup

All three of them moved into Oscar’s bedroom, shuting and locking the door. His mother, Roberta, had arranged things so the three used a back entrance to the house. This prevented any scandal with Oscar’s conservative father.

“Luann, you can tell I’m eager for him, too. Shall we do rock-paper-scissors?”

“I have a better idea. Felicia, get up and put your knees beside my waist, while Luann tries to drown me in her pussy juices. Felicia, when you have a good orgasm, switch places with her. I’ll put my tongue in you as deeply as I can. Just the way you like it.”

“Ooh! I love you, Oscar. Don’t sniffle, Luann; you’re riding him first, even though he’s engaged to ME.”

“You’re right, Fee, I’m sorry. I’m jealous that you have him all to yourself.”

“You called her ‘Fee’? That’s cute; I like it. Is it OK if I also call you ‘Fee,’ Felicia?”

“Call me whatever you want, Oscar. Just remember, when you call, I will come. And, by ‘come,’ I mean...”

“Yes, Fee, I get it. I feel very lucky to have you in my arms and also have your butt on my forehead while I’m licking your pussy. Shall we begin?”

Removing the blankets, he exposed the fitted sheet stretched over the mattress. Then, he lay on his back with his cock standing upright like a little throbbing flagpole.

“Just a sec.”

Luann slobbered over his head and rigid shaft, making him juicy for her comfort. Then, as instructed, she straddled him, lined him up, and sank her pelvis down against his with a fulfilled gasp.

“So good, Oscar, you’re perfect.”

She started slowly humping him, enjoying every inch.

“Fee, I’m so jealous. Can I come to stay after your honeymoon? I could clean the house, change your cat’s litterbox, make breakfast and coffee, and do anything else you, uh, want, OH! I’m coming! Already!”

“Luann, you want to keep going? You were pretty fast. Ah! Oh! Fuck, he’s found my clit. God! He’s so, ah, well-trai ... I’m going to come, too! Ah! Aieee!”

“OK, ladies. Want to switch?”

“Fuck! Oh, shit! Ah, maybe ... OK, I guess so.”

The Youngers, Felicia’s parents, arranged for a lunch meeting at a downtown Philadelphia restaurant. Felicia’s father, Anthony, wore a tailored business suit while she and her mother, Audrey, wore similar evening dresses in a fashionable and flattering style.

Travis and Roberta Madison wore their best outfits, but they obviously couldn’t match the level of the Youngers. Oscar wore his one and only suit, which fit him well but betrayed its off-the-rack origins. You don’t find big city clothiers in central Pennsylvania. Politicians in Harrisburg did not shop locally when they took their places in the statehouse.

The Youngers had just arrived at the restaurant’s private room; they were still standing when the Madisons arrived. For a moment, Oscar froze in the doorway. Dazzled, wordless, he could only gape at his dear fiancée.

“I can’t believe my eyes, Felicia. You are so beautiful; a million bucks!”

Embarrassed, her face flushed bright red. She knew he was sincere. She suddenly appreciated all that fussing she had done with her mother this morning.

“Mom, thank you for everything,” she whispered.

Roberta suddenly remembered her manners.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you and your spectacular daughter. I’m Roberta Madison, he’s Travis, and that young man staggering over there is our son, Oscar. It was kind of you to invite us here; I expect the food here will be amazing.”

Travis found his voice.

“Yes, absolutely. Thank you, Mr. Younger, for having us. You must be so proud of your beautiful wife and daughter.”

“Oh, please, Travis. I’m Tony, and my wife is Audrey. It seems we are going to be relatives. I’m sure you’re just as proud of your beautiful Roberta and Oscar. I’d like to sit down with you and I at the ends of the table and our wives on our right. We can set up a card table for the kids.”

“Daddy! I should have warned you, Oscar; my father thinks he’s funny.”

“I don’t mind a little teasing. We will sit to the left of out fathers. Later, while they chat we can drop our forks together and make out under the table.”

“Oscar...”

“I can’t remember having such an enjoyable meal. Thank you, Audrey and Tony. Can we pay the tip or something?” asked Roberta.

“Certainly not. Besides, this whole meal will go on my credit card for extra points. If you forgive me, though, we do have some important things to discuss. Kids, you can go play while we talk.”

Tony didn’t flinch when he got the stink eye from his daughter, again.

“Daddy! Father, I won’t be excluded from anything you want to say to my almost mother- and father-in-law. Same for Oscar, right, sweetie?”